Wishes

I wish I could tangle my fingers
in the wind,
like you tangle yours
in my hair
on long nights.

I wish I could collect stars
like fireflies
in jars with holes in the tops
for a nightlight
glowing dimly in the dark.

I wish for your fingers to slide
over my skin
like the blanket's soft edge
as I pull the covers up
over my shoulders.

I wish my words could fly
like butterflies
gentle and sweet over the land
to sit softly in your heart
so you always know what you mean to me.

Lips

I miss your lips

quirked into a smile 

as I watch them pour your passions

into the air

with my head on your chest

I miss your lips

pressed together

as you look at me

vibrating as you ask

“hmm?”

I miss your lips

slightly parted

as you breathe easy

while you sleep

just before I wake you up.

I miss your lips

against my skin

as you kiss away

all the things

that cloud my thoughts.

I miss your lips

pressed against mine

stealing, surprising, 

or totally planned

and always just for my lips

I miss your lips

how they understand

when I need them

before I even do.

And how they save me

with every touch.